Rebirth Into My Second Chance

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With a smile in my eyes, | walked over to him, intending to formally thank him and ask what gift he wanted. Yet,

as | approached, | realized he wasn't just angry; his lips were pale, and his complexion bloodless. The moment |

reached his side, he collapsed ontowith considerable weight.

"Max..."

Instinctively, | checked him for injuries, finding none. "Max, what's wrong?"

Given his tall stature and the athletic build from his regular gym routine, he felt especially heavy when he fell.

| managed to drag him back to his apartment, kicking the door shut behind us.

| placed him on the couch, touching his sweat-chilled forehead.

Could he have skipped meals for an autopsy?

"Max, could it be low blood sugar?"

He didn't respond.

| headed to his kitchen to rummage around and found that his fridge was stocked with nothing but milk.

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Continuing my search in the cupboard, | discovered bags upon bags of glucose...

Max really went all out for his surgeries.

Ripping open a packet, | noticed the trash bin overflowing with empty glucose bags.

Was he really downing a glucose pack immediately after work every day? No wonder he seemed so drained,

barely even wanting to talk earlier. Only the sound of my scream seemed to give him a burst of adrenaline, only

to pass out after realizing | was fine. | really messed up.

| tried to feed him glucose with a spoon, but he seemed too far gone to swallow a single drop.

"Max, wake up."

Seeing Max so lifeless scared me. | pinched his cheeks, glanced at the glucose bag, bit my lip, and then took a

sip myself. | poured it into Max's mouth directly from mine.

As the sweetness of the glucose slipped between my lips, he didn't open his mouth, so | carefully pried open a

small gap.

| couldn't tell if it was him or the glucose that tasted sweet.

In that moment, | was somewhat transfixed.

After | managed to feed him a few sips in this way, a warm hand suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me

into his embrace.

His sweetness invaded my lips, overwhelming, leavingno chance to breathe.

Yet, | didn't resist. In fact, I liked it.

His hand moved up from my waist then suddenly stopped.

The next moment, he pushedaway ruthlessly.

After he recovered, his demeanor was cool and restrained, never overstepping boundaries, makingchuckle

despite myself.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, avoiding looking at me, and said softly, "I'm sorry about just now."

"It's okay, should be the one

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apologizing. | shouldn't have scared

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Max, is glucose water really all you have every day? Dr. Hilton, are you made of steel?"

| gestured towards the cupboard full of glucose water, and he remained silent.

Pretending to be annoyed, | said, "Dr. Hilton, if you keep being as silent as a statue, I'm leaving, you know."

Only when | pretended to leave did he finally speak up, "I'm sorry."

His reserved demeanor remindedof a young man in a suit whe back in the day, appeared to delivering

donations to an orphanage.

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"I saw your fridge only has milk and spaghetti. How about | make you sspaghetti? I'm pretty hungry myself.

go grab seggs and tomatoes from my place; I'll make you my special scrambled egg and tomato spaghetti."

His eyes seemed to light up for a moment.

"Okay."

| quickly fetched the eggs and tomatoes. Max hadn't locked the door, so | walked right in.

He was already wearing an apron, standing in the kitchen, boiling water on the stove.

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